Look down at the body
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you may see no trace of wounds
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but in the eye
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the eye of the beholder
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one cannot assume.
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Not a drop of blood is drawn
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but you know how it bleeds
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beware of the sharp edged weapon
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called human being
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It is a shield of passion
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and strong will
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from this I am the victor
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instead of the kill
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I will not feed your hunger, instead
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I bite the pain
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looking not back, but forward
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I bite down hard
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try to cover up the trail of deceit
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and daggers spawned from your soul
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[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]
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Acid, the tears of remorse
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flow in vain, too late for regrets
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save it
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for the next ill fated game.
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Bite The Pain
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Control Denied |